It's still here. The deceased cat. The horrid, now aged smell of death. Dead cat. And finally, after trying to get in touch with all the local sanitation people, who kept bumping us off to other departments that where even harder to reach, the people who owned the property decided to send someone to take care of it. Why didn't we think about this earlier? I don't know about my colleagues, but I was secretly hoping to be able to take pictures of the carcass as it slowly decomposed.
A quick observation, and that is there are no takers for such a prized bit of carrion. Except the flies, of course. But no crows attacking it. No dogs tearing it to shreds.It leads me to believe that this cat was poisoned. A murder mystery? Not quite.
Poor guy. Is this what we would call a dignified death? What, your lifeless body taken pictures of and people saying that they can't stand the smell of you? You think? Well, it seems like the extended limbs have relaxed slightly. I swear, the first I saw it, it looked like it was a stuffed animal.